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The term “sweat equity” is used to describe a homeowner’s labor applied to the improvement of the home owned. The hope is that all that elbow grease increases the home’s value.

Our bodies are the homes of our souls. When we go to the street or the gym or the trails and sweat up a storm, the hope is that all that racing heartrate and laboring lungs will increase the value of our dwellings of flesh.

My fitness has been up and down this year. My latest bloodwork indicates that my non-diabetic status is hanging by a thread, my “bad” cholesterol is rotten to the core, and my triglycerides are getting too big for their britches. Consequently I’m trying to be good again. So far I’ve gone to the gym every day in November. After today’s workout I took a phone-camera picture of my soaked T-Shirt, and combined it with text, tweaked it some in MS Paint, and here’s what I got:

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Friends, I’ve backslid before. I’m sure many of you have been there as well. Let’s keep our yo-yos up for good this time!

At the top is Shakespeare: “O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon . . .”

Then there’s a minimalist drawing of three phases of the moon which, viewed as a Gestalt, with a little artistic license granted, spell OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder).

Then there’s this four-liner:

I guess the moon is OCD

And sometimes too intense for me.

Mysterious descriptive arc

Bespeaks a Bite without a Bark.

At bottom right is signature and date.

Put it all together and it looks like this:

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On December 17, 2012, “Poodle Noodle Doodle Strudel” became the 15th post on this blog. The stats say it’s been viewed far more often than the average post–perhaps the title intrigues people, or perhaps it invites repeated viewing. Who knows?

What is known is last night I was thinking of words that rhyme with “channel,” and when my garbage-can brain stumbled on “Dan’l” I knew it was time for a similar post to “”Poodle Noodle Doodle Strudel.” I give you “Channel Panel Dan’l Flannel.”

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Channel Panel Dan’l Flannel

Comedies have players with fedoras fit to doff
HAppenstances vary: “I can handle this” to Awful
Narrow straits aren’t passed without a charted course and plan
Napless kilts have patterns that DON’T disregard one’s clan
Enigmatic trailblazer’s life’s a villanelle
Let us with a rectangle REVEAL the tale we tell

Note that the drawings are the acrostic in counterclockwise order, and lines 3, 4, 5 and 6 directly or obliquely describe the drawings in their clockwise order. That’s just whim on a psychic gyroscope.

Last Friday was my last official day at the Village Gallery, though I’d taken my display down the day before, after my last scheduled shift. It was a tough decision to make, to leave. Just have too much going on right now to be able to sustain my space with fresh merchandise. I will miss the Gallery, I know, because I already do.

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Verde Valley boasts a space ideal for artful browsing
Varicolored works await delightful and arousing
It’s a pleasure forty-fold to stroll through this arena
Innovative form and function green as spirulina
Let’s behold batik as painting–speckling up a wall
Look nearby and wooden masks may sing a siren’s call
And percussionists may bang propane tanks if they dare
Gaze into kaleidoscopic-vistaed light and air
Everyone may look to heart’s content–you need not buy
Even so–such bargains! Guaranteed–give them a try

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Once, long ago, Arthur C. Clarke was challenged to write an entire science fiction story on a postcard. He succeeded with his usual panache. I won’t spoil the story for you–I’ll just invite you to read what I was delighted to find online: http://www.postcardshorts.com/Quarantine_Arthur_C_Clarke.html

There’s a lady who lives where I work who is encouraging me to learn how to play contract bridge, simply because I saw her and her friends at it and mentioned that I wished I had learned. She showed up at the desk with a volume by the Master, Charles Goren, as thick as the metro Phoenix phone book we had in the kitchen when I was a kid. After a couple of weeks I got up to page 8 in Mr. Goren’s book. Perhaps it is not meant to be.

Here are the words to the quadruple acrostic:

For Brother Mordfael’s timeless road
Uncounted Eons may implode
Less fictive cohorts’ bric-a-brac
Lets crackling cards run in a pack

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“Into each life a little rain must fall.” Thank Goodness for such unparched earth as results.

The triple acrostic was tricky when I added the stricture of keeping the total word count under 25. It comes in at 23 when you include the acrostic words. Rhyming L and I didn’t happen, though it could’ve if I could’ve worked in Bain de Soleil and Feng Shui. Didn’t, because a) I’d already done that with another acrostic and b) the far more important fact that it would’ve been nonsensical.

Here’s the four-line, triple, 23-total-words, only-one-of-the-couplets-rhymes-well acrostic:

invigorate your wherewithal
now add a dash of calamari
to generate a cleft motif
of mr. bosch and ms. o’keeffe

Yesterday I wrote a poem called “second understanding,” thus:

second understanding

he understood her ONCE
she was not available
but not coy
not hard to get
(paradoxically it was hard to get that she was not being hard to get)

subsequently they meshed
loved
fought
yearned
cried
and
(both feeling misunderstood and both feeling dissatisfied)
separated

now they circle, wary noncombatants
and he realizes
if he could understand her a second time
if he could get her motives and heart’s desire
and the key to her easy-smile lockbox
they would be safe to shore
second understanding
to get her to really get her
to get her again
to get her again

together again

It was posted in my Notes in Facebook. My talented painter friend Rachelle commented favorably, and there was this exchange in the thread:

Me: Thank you so much, dear Rachelle! Wondering if and how to illustrate it. What do you think?
Rachelle: Ooo! Seriously? I’m honored you’d ask me. Give me a couple hours-I’m at work now, but I’ll give it my full attention this evening. Cool beans

True to her word, Rachelle later instant-messaged me. Our exchange is reprinted here with her kindly permission.

Rachelle: Here are my thoughts…
An image of a rubiks cube-
You figured out how to solve it once, but now.. you can only get one side solved. You could take it apart- but it will never work right after that. The joints will be loose and the colored stickers askew.
To solve it again takes an uncomfortable amount of effort but ultimately satisfying result-IF you can ever do it.

I dont know. Prob not helpful but thats the image I got. And burnt orange houndstooth check pattern/feel.
Other than that-I got nuthin

Me: That’s GOOD! I’ll try a sketch. Thanks!!

Rachelle: Really? I was cringing after i hit send lol

This shows two things about Rachelle. She is generous with time and help, and she doesn’t know her own strength. She and I belong to a Facebook arts group where we all create and share what we’re working on. She is unfailingly encouraging and kind in her comments. She’s also great about describing her own works in progress and what she goes through stage by stage from conception to completion.

I liked the idea of a Rubik’s Cube of Love, so close to perfect but impossibly far at the same time. Here’s what I ended up doing, with the thanks to Rachelle built in.

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